Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.